Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.